Six best friends in this life remain
One holds my weight on this shoulders
Two watches over from above in care
And the rest, they listen, maybe in vain
Yet all of them are silent in restrain...
Within the core of my creation
Hope has plundered to escape
Whether it made it through or not
I've not withstood by mere imagination
Destiny divine, thwart such frustration...
The journey's been bitter
It may become sweet
Neither shall the mountain falter
Nor the flower silently whither